Off To Work I Go

In my mission statement I made the point that I went out clubbing a lot and I wanted a place to write my experiences and share my stories. This is not to say that the only time I leave my house is to head out to a club. It’s just the only outing that always ends up in an interesting story afterwards.
When writing about my crew from work it’s been in brief passing and that we had simply been drinking before I went out to whatever club later. Looking at that now it’s almost funny how little I mention them as being a part of my escapades, when I really spend 24/7 with these people. But to tell any sort of story about a night out with this crew would be too entirely confusing. We are a tightly nit group that is founded on a whole lot of shit talking, and bound together by a similar hate for the stupid public. Most of our laughter is based on inside jokes and situations that are only extremely funny if you had been there. That’s not to say a person couldn’t be caught up because most of us are extremely hilarious storytellers.
Yet even though I’ve tried to sit down and really tell a story about some crazy situation that we had gotten in to or that we instigated, it’s just too difficult to really set the stage properly and show only one scene in an on-going comedy. The other lead for my department and close friend Aaron has always said that we should have a comic strip or a sitcom because of the almost consistent situational hilarity.
Being in a customer service job, the public is a huge source for laughter. The first half of it is being able to relieve the stress of dealing with the difficult and down right rude. The other half is the stupidity that is presented to us on a regular basis and results in pure laughter directly at that person (after they leave of course). In fact, in order to keep my sanity during my first taste of our incredibly busy season, I started a little note pad of stupid questions. Now it’s blown up into a whole three-ring notebook as an ongoing project that receives new entries just about every day. The point of it all is that if we didn’t find a way to laugh about it, then we’d all lose our minds and tempers.
The other part of the equation is the whacked out crew that we’ve accumulated. Those who have survived with us are those that have their own little quirks and unique brand of humor. When I step back and look at the cast of characters that I work with everyday and then the ones that I hang out with after hours, we are a motley crew. Yet some how or another, whatever quirks and strange hobbies we all have, it helps us all fit together, sometimes get on each other’s nerves but mostly just add to the laughter.
For as long as the laughter continues, even thought none of us is paid what we should be, I plan to keep on right where I am. There’s something worth more than money in a place like this. I may be poor but I’m happy.